In a land far far away lies the kingdom of Algarde - A peaceful nation of 2 million. It's currently spring time in this beautiful valley - the foothills glimmering golden-green and adorned with blotches of maroon and pink from hundreds of manifesting flower buds. The cool breezy air smells sweet - and the sounds of birds whistling echoes from every corner. In the center of the Kingdom lies it's masterpiece - The Castle of Algarde. The powerful King and his royal family reside here - often hosting glorious feasts for the kingdom to partake in. In the outskirts of Algarde lies the suburbs of Havenshire. Just past the cobblestone road lies a cozy home resided by a small family - The Moore's.
"You've grown immensely, Son." Keledin Moore stated as he calmly glanced down at his son Jacob who lay rest against his knees. Keledin is a muscular man, tall with a broad chest connecting into slender shoulders though people often call him "The Strong Arm" because of his enormous right arm. His left arm is a wooden prosthetic due to a tragic battle that took place several years ago. He has angular facial characteristics with a straggly black beard flaked with white. His pale green eyes appear rather gloomy in contrast to his pale skin, but he is often found grinning or boasting about his duties of the past. He has long black hair that drapes down over his monstrous shoulders, though normally he tends keep it slicked back into an organized ponytail. He had once worked as the squad commander in Sapphire's Hand, the King's first tier military that governs the interior of the castle. But he now works as a blacksmith - crafting fine weapons and plated-armor at The Iron Gauntlet - the most popular and most requested Blacksmith in all of the Kingdom.
"You still don't have what it takes to enter the Academy." Keledin added as he swiped his sweaty forehead with his bulky forearm.
"Father!" Jacob retorted, glaring up at his father with gritting teeth. "Please! I have what it takes!! I'm ready to join right now!!"
Jacob, a young boy only seven years young is eager as ever to please his father. He spends most of his free time training in their small yard with various weapons and artillery. He has shaggy black hair, the same color as his father but the length and feel of his mother, Adaline. His soft teal eyes almost seem to capture the essence of the serene ocean itself - often complimented by townsfolk. His elder brother, Kel, short for Keledin - was named after his father. Kel graduated from the Knight academy at an abnormally young age. Normally, students at the age of sixteen graduate and are assigned to work in different squads scattered throughout the kingdom. One of the most popular squads known as the Bulwark is a squad lead by several ex-commanders from Sapphire's hand. It's popular because the majority of fresh knight gradates end up there. Only the exceptional knights exceed the Bulwark and end up in Ruby's Hand - the second tier military that patrols the exterior of Algarde castle. It's often theorized that Jacob is jealous of Kel and is desirous to impress his father just as Kel successfully has. Keledin often brags most about his first born to the regulars down at the blacksmith.
"My Son - I have no doubt in my mind that you're working hard and doing your best to become like your old man. But you need to understand," Keledin said apathetically as he heartily clapped Jacob's shoulder before squeezing affectionately. "You just aren't ready yet. You're far too young and you haven't the experience to undertake the tasks necessary to pass the exams."
Jacob grit his teeth as he clenched a wooden sword in his hand by it's hilt. He could practically feel splinters puncturing every inch of his callused palm as he squeezed with all of the strength he could muster.
